Flash Fiction

The boys were fighting again, taunting one another in the back seat. She went to yell but couldn’t find the energy. Defeated, depleted…she thought what did it matter, they didn’t listen. Last time this happened she was in a drive through, getting a quick snack for them. She was always doing things for them. Their […]

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She scurried back to the bus as the rain began to fall. All day they’d been dodging rain showers…at Glencar waterfall, where legend tells Grainne O’Malley once bathed and here in the Hazelwood forest. Secretly she wished the bus would break down. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to sit by the lake close […]

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She was imposing, terrifyingly beautiful. She struck dread and fear into the hearts of all who served her and those who watched from afar.   But this was now. She wasn’t always a brutal beast.   Her life began in the service of Queen Anne during the War of Spanish Succession. At the time Queen […]

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People say ‘it’s relative’. Do we know what that means? Relative to what? Relative to our situation. Relative to where we live. Relative to where we travel. Relative to our faith, our upbringing.   Is fear relative?   The media announces…we are strong. Politicians tell us to be strong. Don’t let the bastards scare us. […]

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Rain battered the tin roof filling the gutters in seconds. Sheets of water flowed on to the verandah. She sat up in bed, her Ipad open to ‘Words with Friends’. A message dropped from the top of the screen. What’s happening? She changed games and wrote…Nothing, it’s his turn. Another message, it read…Your move with […]

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Monday morning dawned wet cold and miserable. Great claps of thunder reverberated through the house. Forked lightning cracked and tore the sky in half. But weather or no weather, school was still on.   Jill said a silent prayer to Thor the thunder God, asking him to desist, at least while she was out. She […]

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She lay on the grass, looking up, her camera clicking with precision and measured thought. She rolled to the left, more photos, then too the right, keeping low to the ground, out of sight. People didn’t understand her passion. She liked to be close, to hear them, to feel their power.   She loved the […]

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Flash fiction is a shorter form of writing than a short story and is becoming popular reading for time poor readers. Virginia Miranda is a Brisbane author and is about to release a book containing a collection of her flash fiction stories. Virginia spoke to Tim Cox and explained how flash fiction works. -Annie Reuss, […]

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‘I thought I might cook some Anzacs to take on the cruise,’ I announced early one morning. ‘What! Don’t you think there is enough food already on a cruise, why would you want to make Anzacs?’ ‘Yes, and you really love to eat all those pastries and cream cakes, don’t you?’ ‘Well no.’ ‘That’s right, so […]

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There he goes again, that’s the second time today; him in his huge flashy boat.  He hasn’t always owned this boat. This new one is a larger version of the old one, with the same name.  How does one afford such a huge boat at a relatively young age, certainly younger than my husband and […]

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